Monday Night - Poem by Kathryn Gardiner
“The puck drops and Panthers take possession
Clark receives the puck, passes it to Cote”
Heading out of the city centre
Lights pass and fall away
“They’re headed for the offensive zone,
Pattersons waiting on the right, ”
Heading for the bypass now,
Pretty good game today.
“Cote seems to be having some trouble there,
Thomas and Robinson are trying to crowd him out”
Hit the brakes and grip the wheel,
And the world is upside down,
“Oops looks like they succeeded there
Thomas has tripped Cote and now Robinson has the puck”
Whining breaks of other cars,
And that tyres-on-road screeching sound,
“Thomas is skating away but Cotes heading for the boards!
Oh man that’s gotta hurt! Looks like blood there,
Blaisdales gonna have to take him off, ”
Silence as time and life fly into the air,
To settle back down in a new order,
And the dark of the night creeps in,
Through the broken windscreen,
To cover and settle.
Until disturbed by blue, flashing lights.
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